He kisses the top of her head when she leans on his shoulder, taking a shaky breath. "It's just like... I never cared about having a girlfriend before, y'know? It was never a priority of mine. And now, it's different, I wake up in the morning and I think about you. I used to think it was so stupid when people said shit like that but..." He trails off because he thinks she probably gets it without him having to spell it out for her.

When she slides onto his lap, he leans his head back against the couch so he can look up at her, resting his hands on her hips. "Well, I'm not gonna lie, it'll probably happen again. I mean, not the chair thing but similar. You can yell, I won't take it too personally. But I might yell back because it's just what I do."

He pauses because honestly, there's about a hundred million things he thinks he could say to her right now. "I was really scared that night," he says quietly, but he forces himself to keep eye contact because he's being totally sincere here, he wants her to know this and know that even though he's really bad at talking about feelings stuff, he's willing to try with her. "Like, there was a second there maybe between actual impact and landing on the ground that I thought maybe that was it for me. I can survive face-offs with giant monsters but not with a car. And when I realized that I could open my eyes again, I just thought about how much I wanted you next to me and then you were and now you're still here. I can't do better than you, Kate. I just can't."